Palace of Love

She is my most beloved,
The true love of my life;
Now as she demised,
I am incomplete without my wife.

My dearest wife departed,
While giving birth to our child;
This misfortune I never expected,
That puts me in agony so wild.

Even though she is dead,
I want to keep her with me;
Adore every moment we lived,
And forget my melancholy.

I will build her a lovely palace
Made of precious ivory marble,
There I will entomb my empress,
My dearest consort, Mumtaz Mahal.

Our love will live forevermore,
Even after we rest in our charnel;
Our love will be exalted everywhere,
Through her tomb, Taj Mahal.